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Monday, Nos t 24. 1924.
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Gibbs'drove on In silence. She
thought perhaps he had not been
listening.
“You're quite right, my deaf,” he
said presently, In a softened tone.
"“You make me feel ashamed of
myself. ' A good woman has the
■ trick of‘putting her finger right on -
the vital spot sometimes, and I be
lieve my mother would agree with
: you 1 ."
Ellen’s happy color flooded her
sensitive face.
“I’ve 1 'Sot seen my father since
' this thing happened, two months
ago. I suppose they told you that?”
Gibbs' said. “I’ve not- been home
since. ' I suppose lie’s established
•her 'there, if they prowling got in on Wed
nesday, and she’s among
my mother’s books and laces and
jeWelry. I can’t—I can’t quite go
'it The world’s big enough and
people will stop buzzing about us
presently. Let her have her money
and position and good times, I dan’t
grudge them, Gmi knows. But I
feel as If ft wasn’t only my mother
who died a year ago, but my father,
too, and the old days, and the old
ways of thinking. Some day—I
don’t know—I’ll go in and see the
old man, and we'll have a talk—”
“But you’ve not met” her?” Ellen
asked thoughtfully, when his voice
had dropped to silence, “She
doesn’t seem to me the cloak-model
type.”
“Pretty, eh?” he asked, with dry
Interest.
— “Oh, e xt r o t a elyl- Sh e 's more titan
pretty, she really has a lovely face,
and I think she is clever, too. She's
studying French and music, and
she—well, she has a way of keep
ing silent that makes other women
seem like chatter-boxes i”
Mt must be lots of fun to play
her game,” Gibbs said musingly.
“Watching every chance, studying
the social register, as if it were
her. catechism, picking up bridge
and French and music ! I wonder
if my father sees through it?”
“It wouldn’t be worth while to
me,.not if 1 was left a million dol
lars,” Ellen contributed, There’s
too much that’s uncomfortable
about It. And if I had daughters,
I wouldn’t want them to think that
• only money counted. I don’t mean
that I could do it, even if I did
want .to!” she said hastily.
u There’s nothing in it' for the
, people who chase it all their lives,”
Gibbs observed. “And the real
people— the ones who are born to
it, don’t know they have It—so
there you are! You can’t buy any
thing ,real with money, as I see you
suspect. Well, now I’ve talked you
1 to death about me and told you my
maiden name and everything, and
•it’s your turn. You didn’t drop out
•of the- sky, I suppose, just to give
me an excuse to blow off steam?
'Yon live in—”
“Port Washington, Long Island.
Age • twenty-two,” Ellen said de
murely. She told him nbout her
grandfather, and Joe, and her work
•tithe Art league. It pleased her
to be able to paint Mrs. Rose In the
colors of a generous benefactress,
-to. show hhn what a difference the
’friendship of the kindly old meddler
’had made in her life. She said
•that she 1 -lived In an old-fashioned
rviUage house, and that Aunt Elsie
was considered the best house
keeper In the village, and that her
•tomatoes and Ellen’s dahlias had
twice taken prizes at the Mlneola
■fair.
“You sound quaint,” said Gibbs,
and as if yon might have a melo
-tipon in the parlor.”
“We have!” Ellen said, dimpling
.and widening her eyes as she
•smiled at him.
After that they run on for a
while in contented silence until he
•topped the car at one side.of the
•road, rend took off his glasses. Ellen
Took her own off, too, and hooked
»at him In some surprise, as they
Right ea, ‘.lY other in the xtcoag.
“We are now forty miles from
•Columbus Circle, and It is <we
•O’clock.” said GibS*. “How do
D'ou feel about luncheon? A place
•called ’Adrian’s’ Is about three miles
.from here, and 1 am a frail young
nnrt Use,not hud mny break
•Cast !*’
The conventional asi>eet ,of the af
fair struck Ellen for the (ftrst time.
She looked at him gravely, ;and her
ready color crept up. She .did not
kn«*’ him, hex chaperon w*s even
unaware that she was In Ills care.
Men loved to get foolish girl* Into
strange places, Aunf Elsie said, und
a girl never made a mistake Ik re
fusing when she waa in doubt.
Gibbs was smiling at her obviwis
hesitation.
“You know you’re cafe with me,
Kiddle, don’t you?” he asked. “Yon
know I wouldn't take you anywhere
that I wouldn’t take «ny mother?”
That settled It. El lea bad not
been born yesterday, after all. She
had her own stem girlish standard
of judgment, and she knew she was
safe. The luncheon was u perfectly
natural part of the trlp; T they were
both hungry. And he hud not had
any breakfast!
She made him nn answer that
pleased him deeply, although he
apparently conceded It Immediately nothing but
a satisfied nod, and
hid his eyes under the glasses
again.
«« If you say It's all right, I know
It must be.”
_ So they went to “Adrian’s. ” a
big, shabby hostelry set upon tf"rise
of ground, and provided with wide
verandas deserte^ now under their
bare awning frames.
The meal earned hot and odorous
and appetizing, and they talked
while they ate. Gibbs told bar of
his first acquaintance with Mrs.
Rose.
“I was a small kid of ten or
twelve, in Rome, do you see? And
she was there with her first hus
band, Torrey. My mother was kind
to her, we were at the same hotel,
and she was awfully kind to me.
She had a brother with her, about
my age, and we saw a good deal of
each other. Later, when she was a
widow, she turned up la Paris 'with
two children, My mother and
father were staying there for
a while, before leaving me to study.
And later, she came here, and 'mar
ried Rose, who is a darn nice fel
low, and now of course sbe regards
me ns a membey of the family.”,
“She went to school In "Boston
with my mother,” Ellen said.
“But I never saw her until a few
years ago. Now that I’ve visited
her I can see just the careless way
she suddeuly thought of fevit
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“I New Had Such a Wretched,
Uncomfortable Time 1* My ILife;
Perhaps It Was My Own Fault! n
ing me to her Thanksgiving house
party. I never had such a wretched,
uncomfortable time In my life; iper
haps It was my own fault T”
She told him all about it, incon
sequentially, and he listened with
genuine Interest in his handsome
eyes. Perhaps this artless revela
tion of a girl’s heart was novel rto
a man who found the sex remark
able In *51 Its phases, perhaps with
beauty like Ellen’s opposite him,
and a delicious breakfast Bader
way, he would have found any
thing she said equally absorbing.
Warmed and contented, they
went out to the car again, and
again Ellen was wrapped in snugly,
and disguised by the big dark
glasses.
“Half-past two,” said Gfhbs,
again at the wheel. “Tliat mean*
that we will run Into the city just
about four o’clock.”
The car moved smoothly away
over the snow. Ellen was beginning
to love the steady, gliding motion.
She secretly wished that there was
a longer journey ahead.
The snow was surely coming;
dark little cottony clouds were ga
fliortng nhowd and .pressing low
over the silent earth. There was no
sunshine now. and the air seemed
heavier and colder. The roads
were almost deserted.
“Never you mind, we’ll heat It J**
.Gibbs said with gneat enjoyment
‘'Look,out for a signpost, and tell
.me where we are.”
“Columbus Circle itvedve miles,’’
Ellon announced, after a few
minutes.
"Twelve miles—weJJ,, ,we must
look out for the Sunday-speed cops
now I He slackened lbs pace,
They we unnlng through a well
settled on. Ellen began to
realize that the trip was almost
over. The day had run away; a
day always to be a wonderful and
treasured memory.
Afterward, she tried to renaew
ber Just how she was shaken from
her musing!. I/Ike all accidents,
the thing was simplicity Itself.
They were running parallel to a
trolley track, on the wide street
tinder the beginning of the elevated
trains. There vvaa a car on the
track a few hundred feet ahead,
and next to the car « man driving
u enormous team of horses and
an empty truck. Both truck and
trolley were traveling in the same
direction as the automobile.
The street was so wide that there
wag no question, even in Ellen’s
mind, of the propriety of passing
the car and truck, especially us the
stretch of street beyond was abso
lutely empty. Gibbs turned his
wheel toward the left, and was
running unconcernedly by, when
the mutorman suddenly sounded aa
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ear-splitting whistle—u terriffic,
prolonged blast of the siren with
which trolley cars are sometime*
equipped m the country. The
horses, with a wild plunge *t ter
ror, flung themselves straight across
the path of the motor car coming
up behind them, almost unseating
their driver, and tangling them
selves In reins and harness.
Gibbs jerked his car violently to
the left. Instinctively avoiding the
plunging hoofs ; there was a mo
ment of horrible skidding and grind
Ihg in the snow that edged the
ditch, then the roadster turned
abruptly on Its side, and Ellen was
spilled out, with Gibbs on top of
her-.
The girl 'had hardly time for a
moment *«f hideous apprehension
and panic before she was on her
feet again, with his arms about
iher, laughing with the revulsion
and the shock. The skid had saved
them, for the car was turned at an
exact angle, and so had slipped
with her lights firmly wedged
against the further side of the,
ditch, and had mo opportunity to
turn turtle, as She must otherwise
have done.
For a few confused moments
Ellen hid 'her dazed face in the
fur of the man's shoulder; no, she
really wasn’t hurt, she had landed
on her shoulder, honestly she was
not hurt. It just hurt her for a mo
ment, that was all! And it bad
scared her—
Gibbs, reassured, began to nurse
a wrenched wrist of his own, and
to discuss the accident with the
two carmen and . the truck driver
with the 1 usual anger and threats.
What was the sense of blowing a
whistle right Into the horses' ears—
“You were passing too close to
the edge of the road anyway 1”
shooted the motormun furiously.
Upon Gibbs taking his number, he
blew his whistle again, and banged
triumphantly down the line. The
truck driver, a little frightened,
standing at the horses’ heads, ex
pressed ' his satisfaction that the
lady wasn’t hurt, and drove away.
“You’ve bust your front spring,
mister,” volunteered a youth gayly.
“I know I have,” Gibbs said
savagely. “You poor little thing,"
he added tenderly to Ellen. “I’ve
scared-you to death!”
“Oh, it feels all right, now,” she
said quickly, but she was white,
and stilly shaken from the narrow
escape: He read her expression
truly.
With only one worried glance at
her, he set about extricating them
from the difficult position as rapidly
a s po ss ibl e . —The gay boy was l e ft
In charge of the car, and Gibbs
caught iip Ellen’s suitcase, as, still
in their heavy coats, they started
on foot to the nearest garage.
Fortunately this was not far
away, and from here Gibbs sent
mechanics hack to the roadster,
and engaged a taxicab to take
Ellen and himself as far as the
subway at Van Gourtlandt Park.
All the while he was praising her,
not only in words, but with his ap
preciative eyes, and in the sudden
cheerfulness that the averted
tragedy inspired in him. He talked
to her frankly and gayly; she was
a good sport, she had really shown
Incredible nerye. And they had
had a great day, hadn’t they?—
since they missed the train from
Hastings.
"It’s been a—wonderful day!”
she said, hardly above a whisper.
Perhaps the man’s first Impulse
was to ‘ lay his hand over the
small hand not far from his own,
to say something that should meet
her mood. It was not the only
tlme«,that Gibbs Josselyn had had
such an opportunity, it was the
first move in a game that he had
•played with supreme success for
many years.
But he did not want to piny’that
game with Ellen. There was no
conscious, idle flirtatiousness In
those lowered blue eyes, no co
quetry In • that honest little Irish
mouth. It could bring her no Joy,
It might—It must bring her pain—
to know Gibbs Josselyn well. No,
Jet' her have- this day’s adventure to
keep, an unclouded memory, and
let • the story end here. She had
played her part fairly, and he
would play his, too.
There was barely time at the
•train for laughing goodbys. Ellen
■glanced back when she had passed
the gate; he was watching her, add
as-their •eyes met he gave her his
•disturbing smile again, and again
'ualsetl hls hat.
- »* He' thirty—or more, and every
•woman he knows* is in love with
'him." said Ellen to herself, settling
■down In the train. “It’s been won
derful—it’s 'been heavenly, and HI
never -see hint again !”
CHAPTER IV
A UNT the ELSIE old captain nnd .Toe listened and even to
Ellen's Tired and excited recital that
Bight; the woman - exclaiming (jothes, over
descriptions of meals and
rise Old man and the young anxious
to grasp exactly what happened to
the car, mid Ellen stit up after 'the
others had gone to bed nnd wrote a
pretty note of thank* to Mrs. Rose.
She said that she awl Mr. Josselyn
had tmd a “♦pill In the snow,” Imf
that forttmatejy no hartn was done;
It had been a lovely run.
After the letter was gone she
sat reflecting; rould she .with any
propriety write Gibbs? SJie knew
she could not. She knew (that he
would read her motive In doing so
as clearly as if she wrote tke
words: "I like you. I’m not mar
ried, and you're not married. I
don’t want to let you go.”
She gave up the klea. and pm tier
letter to Mrs. Rose by the clock, to
be mailed In the morning, and we*t
to bed, twisting and turning be
cause the wrenched shoulder had
begun to ache, hut finally falling to
•leep between the cold sheets, too
tired to dream.
Joe mailed the letter the next
morning, und stopped at the drug
store on the way hack, for Ellen
could not twist her Hore shoulder
Into her di-ess and come downstairs
In her wrapper.
Her aunt und the captain prophe
sied that It would get belter Im
mediately, and a day or two went
by. Ellen lay patiently through the
long daytime hours, and wept with
pain In the night.
j Mrs. Baldwin persisted that It
[ Was either n cold in the shoulder,
(To Be Continued.)
Our Daily Story
Planning for a
Marriage
By H. IRVING KING
“One thing Is certain,” said Mrs.
Varnum Foster to her daughter
Mary-aged twenty-one upon—“you and very
fair to look shall not
marry Amos Fisher, ■ Mrs. Foster
had been having a heart-to-heart
talk with Mary on the subject of
matrimony, and had strongly Inti
mated that It was about time the
ybung In serious lady and con^Jdered practical the light. subject The
a
fond mother had named several
eligible young men, any one of
whom she would willingly receive
as a son-in-law, and Mary had re
plied to every suggestion with some
such flippant remark as ‘‘Non
sense ! ■ Pooh !” or “He's horrid!”
Then the Irritated prohibition matron Issued
her decree of against
Amos Fisher.
Mary “sat up and took notice" at
this. She had no idea of marrying
Amos until her mother put the Idea
into her head. But, now she came
to think bP it. Amos would not
make such had a pad husband—if she
really She and Amos su$h an bad encumbrance. been good
friends for years—In fact, were
quite “chummy”—but In all her
dreams of the. future Mary had
never pictured Fisher as leading her
to the altar.
*• Why, what's the matter with
Amos?” asked Mary.
“Everything is the matter with
him,” replied the mother, He
hasn't any money, or any pros
pects. »»
“Oh, yes, he has,” cried Mary;
he has a bank account—he told
me so—and he Is gplng to be taken
into .partnership by the firm he
works for next fall—he told me so.
“He told yqu so!” scoffed Mrs.
Foster. “And I suppose you believe
every thing he tells you. Well, your
father and I have talked It over, and
you shall not marry Amos Fisher.”
What- could you expect after that?
But one thing. Mary resolved that
she would marry Amos Fisher If
she had to do the proposing her
self. The nebulous creature of her
j j day-dreams fancy whom leading she had her seen to the in her
altar
now assumed tlje form and features
of Amos Figfier. And then she
j thought, “Goodness gracious! Have
I been In lov.e with Amos all along
' and not reallied It?”
Mrs. Foster had been wrong when
she scoffed at Amos Fisher’s pros
pects. What he had told Mary
about his bank account and his be
l n S taken Into partnership was true;
and besides, his father, Thomas
Fisher, was a rather successful
business person quite as flourlsh
as Mary’s father, John Foster,
anyway. But, like most mothers
with pretty daughters, Mrs. Foster
had resolved that Mary should make
a brilliant match.
About the time that Mrs. Foster
was delivering her allocution to
Mary, Tom Fisher was in his pri
vate office holding forth to his son
on the same subject and in a like
strain.
“Amos,” said he, “it Is about time
you got married, You are now
twenty-six. I was married when I
was twenty-one. I have notices you
going about a good deal with that
Poster girl. Nice girl enough, but
no wife for yc>^. With your good
looks, your education and your pros
pects, you ought to marry somebody
who will be a help to you. Now cut
out Mary Foster and look about
for some nice girl with money.”
“Why, father.” replied the aston
ished Amos, “Mary and I have been
chums since we were children. But
as for marrying her, I never
Then he stopped suddenly, He
turned pale and then red, and gave
a little gasp. He seemed to be
struggling with some sudden emo
tion, some sodden conviction. A
new heaven and a new earth seemed
all at once presented to him. “Fath
er,” said he firmly, “I have never
disobeyed you before In my life. i
But this time I must do so.
shall ask Mary Foster to be my wife
the first time I see her—and I will
see her this very night.”
He went out of the office before
his father could get in another
word, with head erect and a look of
determination on hJs lace. But In
his eyes wag a new light—the love
llglit which had been long smolder
ing there, aud had now, by the
words of his father. That t>een kindled
Into a flame. evening be
called upon Mary. Amos was the
first to regain his self-control, and
he plunged into the matter at hand
ut once. s
“Mary,” said he, “I have been In
love with you for a long time and
have just found It out. Will you
marry me 1
“Yes, Amos,” replied Mary, “but
mother said X mustn’t,”.......... .......—
“Father said I mustn't,” replied
Amos, “but I am going to. M
The next day Tom Fisher and
John Foster met on the street and
shook hands cordially.
*• Cnme out just as we had
planned, didn’t It, Tom?” said Fos
ter; “but don’t you ever tell my
wife that I worked her for a cat’s
paw—she’d skin me alive, She’*
imad as a hatter now with Mary
ibut she’ll get over It.”
•Two clever old guys, we two,
*ln’t we Jack?” replied Foster, and
qiaoted:
"Jfce was warned against the wom
an; she was warned against
the man;
And it that don't make a weddtn^
then there's wathlng else tha
can.”
(Copyright.)
Williamson News
* Miss Collie Wood spent
the week-end in Griffin with rel
atives.
Ben Ridley was in Williamson
one day last week.
Mrs. Jim McClurd and children
left Sunday for Dalton where
they will visit relatives.
Meansville and Williamson
played basketball here Friday af-
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News
(McDonough Advertiser,)
Miss Imogene Allen spent the
week-end with relatives.
Mr. and Mrs., Paul Turner left
Tuesday for their home in Corsi
cana, Tex.
Mrs. A. G. Harris spent Sunday
at Flippen with her brother, Will
Burch.
Miss Eileen Neal left Tuesday
for Columbus where she will ac
cept a position.
Miss Jane Boyd is out after
several days’ illness.
Mrs. E. F. Adams spent Thurs
day in Atlanta with her mother,
Mrs. Jessie Tomlinson.
Mr. and Mrs. A. M. George and
Jean spent Sunday afternoon in
Atlanta with relatives.
Mr. and Mrs. Arnold Moore, of
Hampton, were over here Friday
afternoon for a short while.
Walter Ingram, of Oteen, N. C.,
is the guest of his parents, Mr.
and Mrs. W. B. J. Ingram.
Henry Knight, of Talbotton,
spent the week-end with his par
ents, Mr. and Mrs. W. D. Knight.
Miss Ola Mae Thompson, of
Atlanta, spent the week-end with
her parents, Mr. and Mrs. W. G.
Thompson.
Mr, and Mrs. C. H. Bankston,
of Atlanta, have returned home
after a visit to their parents, Mr.
and Mrs. Joel Bankston.
Mrs. Lovett Glass spent last
week in Birmingham as the guest
of her daughter, Mrs. Zachry
Thompson.
Mr. and Mrs. C. J. Dickson and
Mr. and Mrs. A. N. Brown spent
Sunday in Milledgeville with their
daughters, Misses Ruby and Jen
nie Dickson and Alice Brown.
R. L. Johnson, of Jonesboro,
former editor of the Henry Coun
ty Weekly, was here Tuesday.
He is now engaged in farming.
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Mrs. J. W. Speer, of Senoia,
spent Thursday with her daugh
ter, Mrs. E. J. Scott. *
Mrs. J. C. Beauchamp, Mrs.
Hunton Allen and little son, Joe
Gregg, spent Wednesday with Mrs.
J. M. Connell.
Mr. and Mrs. E. H. Scott, of
Zebulon, visited Mr. and Mrs. T.
B. Patton Thursday.
Mr. and .Mrs. J. M. Weldon, of
Griffin, were the guests of their
parents, Mr. and Mrs. R. C. Con
nell Sunday.
The Woman’s Club held its
meeting Thursday with Mrs- W.
J. Coggin. After a business ses
sion a delicious salad course and
hot coffee were served.
Jt. W. Scott, of Atlanta, visited
Mr. and Mrs. C. P. Scott last
week.
Mr. and Mrs. Clifford Cochran
and children, of Meansville, spent
several days last week with their
sister, Mrs. I. D. Cochran.
Mr. and Mrs. W. F. Johnson
spent several days last week/with
their mother, Mrs. P. A. Johnson.
They were accompanied home by
Miss Annie Clare Johnson.
Mr. and Mrs. C. P. Scott, J. W.
and E. J. Scott were visitors in
Griffin Tuesday.
Mr. and Mrs. J. A. Yorbrough,
Mr. and Mrs. D. A. Yarbrough
visited Mrs. Ballaxd, near Jebulon,
Sunday.
Misses Mattie Sue Walker and
Grace Pennington spent Sunday
with Mrs. Maude Scott.
Mrs. T. B, Patton was a visitor
to Griffin Thursday.
ternoon, the score being 22-20
in favor of Williamson.
Tebe Dickinson motored to
riffin Friday afternoon.
Earl Willbanks, of Chattsworth,
is visiting his sister, Mrs. B. A.
Ridley.
Dupree Buffington has returned
home after spending several days
in Atlanta this week.
Mrs. W. L. Parker spent Thurs
day with Mrs. Hugh Allen.
Jim Shugart, of Atlanta, was in
Williamson Wednesday.
VERY GOOD
Tourist: Prosperous communi
ty you have here.
Native; Yes; five service sta
tions for every puncture.
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Pedenville News
Concord Christian Endeavor en
tertained Friendship Christian En
deavor Friday night, November 14.
The entertainment was enjoyed by
all.
There will be a Thanksgiving
program at Friendship church
Thursday night*, November 27.
There is going to be a good pro
gram and all those who do not
attend will certainly miss a treat.
B. R. Floyd was in Griffin last
week on business.
Mr. and Mrs. Charles Manley
and children motored to Griffin
last Saturday.
H. M. Turner and Peden Turner
u*re among those going to Griffin
last Saturday.
Mr. and Mrs. H. M. Turner
spent Sunday, November 16, with
their mother, Mrs. John Turner,
who is seriously ill.
Mrs. E. B. Turner and children
spent November 16 with Mrs. Tur
ner’s sister, Mrs. Pearl Harrison,
of Brooks.
Charlie Lee Morgan, of Thomas
ton, and relatives spent Sunday
with Mr. Morgan’s parents, Mr.
and Mrs. T. L. Morgan.
Mr. and Mrs. D. P. Blake, Sr.,
and children, Mr. and Mrs. D. P.
Blake, Jr., and daughter, and Mr.
and’ Mrs. A. E. Blake motored to
Griffin and attended the Sells-Floto
circus November 15.
Miss Minnie Turner spent Sun
day with Miss Jeanette Floyd.
Mr. and Mrs. Wilton Blake, of
Atlanta, spent Sunday with Mr.
and Mrs. D. P. Blake and rela
tives.
B. R. Floyd and sons, Clifford,
Leo and Glenn, and Peden Turner
were Sunday relatives in Talbot
ton.
H. M. and J. R. Turner were
called to the home of their moth
er, Mrs. John Tupier, Friday
night, November 14, on account of
Mrs. Turner’s illness. Her condi
tion is reported to be some better.
We all wish for her an early re
covery.
Mr. and Mrs. Murphy, of Weav
er, have recently moved to
ville, where Mrs. Murphy is
ing. Their many friends are wel
coming them into the community.
Little Miss Katheryn Blake,
daughter of Mr. and Mrs. D. P.
Blake, Sr., is very sick. Her many
friends hope she will soon be well
again.
American hosiery is being ex
tensively worn in India.
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You Owe It To Yourself
Eight hours sleep on a bed
k\ that » SOFT, CLEAN
V and WHOLESOME. Is
your Mattress in good
condition > If not, we
can put it in the best of
shape. It doesn’t cost
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I EAST GRIFFIN i ,
MISS ESTELLE GBUBBS ft
CorrMposdnt I
Mrs. Jessie B. Bailey is f.
very
ill at her home in East Griffin.
Her many friends wish for her an
early recovery. .
Mrs. Maggie Pippens, of For
syth, spent the week-end with
her brother, Clifford Grubbs, on
Spalding street.
Misses Amends, Florence and
Mary Pelt, of Experiment, visit
ed East Griffin Sunday.
The many friends of Roy Kil
gore, formerly of Griffin, now of
Fairfax, Ala., were glad to sea
him back on a visit Sunday.
Mrs. Harry Nichols and daugh
ter, Eula Mae White, and Mr.
and Mrs. Johnnie White motored
to Thomaston Sunday afternoon.
The Rev. C. B. Jones, pastor of
the East Griffin Baptist church,
has returned from the convention
at Columbus and reports a great
meeting.
The East Griffin Baptist Sun
day school has planned a barbe
cue for the near future and de
tails are being worked out by the
committee in charge.
The Robert L. Daniel Rebekah
Lodge No. 46 desires to thank
their many friends who made the
supper Saturday night a great
success socially and financially.
The proceeds amounted to about
$50, which will be used in pay
ment towards the purchase of a
piano for the church.
Mr. and Mrs. Duffie McCoy
and baby are spending the week
with relatives and friends at EL
gin.
FLYING CLASS TO BE
ESTABLISHED AT U. OF GA.
Athens, Nov. 24.—A flying clans
has been established at the Uni
versity of Georgia. Not exactly
department of the university, sort
of a side line study for the stu
dents and is taught by an expert
aviator, Ben Epps, of Athens. The
class, in fact, has no connection
with the university, but the stu
dents interested in flying are tak
ing as much interest in their new
course as if it was a part of
the curriculum.
Four states have more than a
million autos registered In each.
No “euro”—but helps to ro
duce paroxysms of coughing.
Owrr 17 Million Jmr, £W Ym—ty